LITTLE THINGS

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Dear June,

Some mornings I wake up only for you.

Thank you for embracing me without hurting my bones. For keeping the refrigerator stocked, filled to the brim with eggs.

For letting me walk you down the altar, weak and frail.

For forgoing not one, but two childhoods, yours and Susan’s, in my care.

I know living with me and my cancer is difficult, but thank you for never complaining about this untimely guest.

I will love you in life and in death, and I will try, for as long as possible, to be your

Mom

 

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My Dear Bird,

My dear bird,

Fly, 

I have built us a home

With wood, dry leaves and marbles

Windows that look out to the sea,

And a backyard laced by mountains  

There is minty tea, a warm fireplace,    

For your tired feet my ottoman waits.  

When the future weighs you down, dove, 

When past ghosts your mind, come,  

I built this warm cottage 

On a timeless soil,  

My dear bird,

Fly.

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Perfume

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Cheap pleasure is your perfume

                                       in my breath

 Cheap pleasure is your body

                                                                    lying in a dream in my bed.

Cheap pleasure is the cigarette stub

                                                                     we shared when we first met.

      Cheap pleasure is love, they say,

                                                   between two men.

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